VERA'S POV
Hannah was right. I needed to see a doctor. After everything that has happened, I guess I must have hit my head somewhere without my knowledge and it's taking its toll on me.When Dr. Halmes sat across from me in his small office, I started thinking of what to say that was wrong with me.Dr. Halmes office wasn't too small, but the shelves at each side of the office contained records, scientific research papers and books mainly made for doctors. The first time I visited this hospital, I was just six years old and I had asked my mom how the doctor would be able to read all that book.My mother had laughed at me and told me that some of the books are those the doctor read in school and during research, and others are documents or records of people who have been in the hospital before which must be kept for future reference."How can he be able to know which book is this or that?" That was a very stupid question for me to ask if I look at now as an adult."Sweetheart, they all have names and he sets them according to the date each document is recorded. Don't worry, you will understand all of it soon," my mother knew how curious of a person I was and she had answered me patiently.Sitting in the doctor's office waiting for him, it reminded me so much of my mother, my beautiful childhood which had ended following their separation and I was left devastated.Dr. Halmes set his stethoscope aside, scribbled something on a notepad beside his desktop computer before shifting it aside and folding his hands on the table as his attention was finally on me."Miss Santos, how long has it been since we last saw each other? Let me guess, two years ago, huh?" He asked."I don't think so. My doctor has lost his fibre to old age, I guess retirement will do you some good. Remember that I dashed in here last fall when I came back from New Orleans." "Oh, must be so. Old age is damaging my retentive memory. Welcome back, Miss Santos. It's good to have you back." He grinned, tapping his contact lenses.I smiled at the once gorgeous face of one of the most good-looking men in Dallas. His face is partly covered by wrinkles."How do you do now? Back to your old house or…?" He threw his hands up, demanding I complete the question.I knew exactly what he meant, and I believe the next question would be about my parents, so I changed the subject."I'm doing just fine. Dr. Halmes, I think I'm sick!" I think he understood. "How so? Does one think he or she might be sick? If you are not feeling well, tell me what it is or you'd better run tests on your health,""How do I explain this…" I sighed. "I don't just feel myself again! Could you believe that I… I…I…" I pinched my cheeks hard and blew out a breath. "I'm simply sick… like, I should visit the psychiatric hospital instead of coming here!" He brought his face closer to mine as if he hadn't seen my face before. "I could recommend a good psychiatrist to you. Go on and tell me what makes you think you need to see one."I nodded my head repeatedly as I said, "I started doing things that don't make sense recently. Something I thought I had gotten over with and probably that's because I don't feel well in my head."He removed his spectacles to get a closer look at my damned face. "You are not making sense at all. Vera, what happened to you? Is this what New Orleans does to a young lady?" "I'm being very serious! Is there anything called impulsive disease? I know that's kinda weird, but I think I might completely go crazy if I continue like this. I really need your help, please," I practically begged him."How do you expect me to help you while I don't know what your problem is? Okay, calm down and talk to me. If it's something you don't want me to know, I advise you to take it easy on yourself. You might be alarmed for nothing," he shrugged, touching my hand reassuringly.Well then, what was I expecting? Why didn't I think about this before coming here? What was going to say anyway? How do I explain the disgusting things I have done with Jackson Taylor to him?If I should confide in him, what would he think of me? "I think I should take my leave now, I disturbed you for no good reason. You can't completely blame me, Hannah suggested I come see you since she feels I am acting strange." I mumbled.He nodded understandingly. "That's more like Hannah. You are still acting strange, but it's definitely not something that needs medical supervision." That was how my visit to Dr. Holmes Specialist Hospital ended. I went home, glad that I was able to clean up the mess from the great fall before going to the hospital. I lay down on my couch and tried to forget about yesterday and today.The next day, I woke up and realized that I can't wipe or erase the memories of those two days. Even if I was able to, the body aches reminded me of how he ruthlessly devoured me.I felt weak, dull and stiff. The pain was ten times what I experienced yesterday. When I was at the hospital, I forgot to tell Dr. Halmes about my headache.It was worse because I slept on the couch. When I forced myself out of the couch to my feet, I stretched myself and went into my bedroom to look for the pain relief spray Hannah gave to me sometime ago.WRITER'S POVVera forced her hands into the new Burberry jacket she received from an unknown person during her birthday last year. She had refused to wear the jacket because she didn't know who gave it to her. And the jacket was too expensive for her liking, but she started doing a lot of things which she wouldn't do if she was in the right state of mind recently and wearing the jacket is one of those crazy things.The jacket wasn't the only present she got from an unknown person, there's also love letters and flowers sent to her on the 5th of every month. She was scared at first, but waved it aside since half of the stuff in her house were gifts from people she knows. So a single lily flower each month shouldn't matter if the person doesn't want to show his or herself.She tied a tiny Burberry scarf to go with it as she watched herself in the standing mirror. Her black handbag would match the black high heel shoes.She sprayed the pain relief liquid on her shoulder again. Then grabbed her bag and the resignation letter beside it on the bed."Vera, let's do this!" She gave herself thumbs up and smiled.Walking out of her bedroom, she closed the door firmly and believed her problems and anything that might hinder her submitting the resignation letter of a job she thinks might render her life useless has been locked inside there.As she took the stairs down, she stumbled and almost slipped down the stairs, but her hands flew to the railing in time to save her a swoop.Gasping and disgusted by that, she slowly went down the stairs and sat down on the base of the stairs to catch her breath."That was close!" She exclaimed and stood up to leave. "No matter what happens, I must stop what I started! I told that old man that I am sick and he didn't want to understand. Do I blame him?" She continued murmuring to herself as she went outside her door, her keys fell down when she tried to lock the door with shaking fingers."What's all this?!" She cursed and bent down to pick up the keys, to her surprise, a red envelope greeted her eyes first.Goosebumps skittered all over her body when she picked it and saw the contents. A black lily flower and a white paper with a signal scribbled on it.Wild-eyed, she hurried to Nathan's door and banged on it. "Nathan!? Are you in there?!!" She called, pressing the doorbell frantically as her left hand still hit the door.Her heart raced and the headache multiplied by four. What is this about? Who could be doing this to her? Before it was just the flower on the 5th of every month, but this is unusual and she couldn't get her mind off the warning sign.Her hand landed on Nathan's face as he opened the door. "Ouch! That hurts!" He exclaimed, dodging the second blow. "Honey pie, why are you so worked up?" He asked worriedly and grasped her hands.She lurched into his arms. "Oh, thank goodness you are home!" "Vera, calm down. I'm here with you." Nathan tried to calm her down.She looked at her door as if whoever dropped the letter was standing right there. "D--did you no–tice someone come around my door?" She asked, horrified by what her instincts were telling her."Mmm, I don't think so, I was fixing breakfast when I heard you knocking. Is there a problem? You look so disturbed." He looked at her worriedly.He gave her enough space to go inside. She went in and sat down as she continually sighed tiredl
JACKSON'S POVI can't tell her how happy I am that she's the first person I saw when I woke up. I had seen the sadness that clouded her eyes as she cupped my face and looked intently at me, and I knew that she was worried about me.I didn't notice anyone else in the room. It was just her face that I saw and I wondered how or why she came to my house."Mr. J. T, the ambulance will be here soon, I think…""Get lost!" I yelled at Mrs Briggs and saw my son looking at me in horror. "Go, now!!" I ordered.Tim reluctantly climbed out of the bed to leave but Vera crossed over to him with a charming smile."Hey, buddy! Don't take this guy too seriously, he's not feeling well today and I know you are a smart kid so you understand, right?" She held his small hands.Tim looked into her eyes and thought of course he should trust this beautiful lady. Has his mother ever smiled at him like that? I felt jealous of my own son.My son looked at me and when I sighed, he released a deep breath and return
WRITER'S POVThey had to reach an agreement and keep copies of the signed documents each for themselves for future reference after she had gone through it and accepted."Like I said before, I have my own conditions." Vera whispered to him as she sank in the bathtub filled with warm water and rose flowers.If she wasn't in pain, she would have commented about how big the bathroom was. Just the same size as her bedroom and parlor put together.It's high time she understood that this man is loaded with money and she can't help but think that he's engaged in some illegal business of some sort to be so wealthy and careful.Jack crouched down beside her and massaged her shoulder and neck. He murmured apologetic words to her."Look at what my fingers did to your delicate skin. I'm so sorry, Vera. I didn't mean to hurt you again." "It's pointless trying to tell me that" she looked at him intently. "Tell me, what happened to you? I mean, it's abnormal to always be sex driven and a beast in be
JACKSON'S POV"You are unusually silent, what did you guys talk about?" I asked her worriedly.I didn't mean to pry or anything, she has a right to her privacy but I am already used to her chirping like happy birds and emphasizing with her hands. That's one habit of hers that I noticed in the past hours I have spent with her.She always has something to talk about and elaboration to her is her hands moving about. So her sudden quietness came after Hannah hurriedly left, obviously angry from whatever they talked about."I hope I didn't make a mistake by choosing to do this with you. I feel guilty, this is the second time I am disobeying her and the first time was too bad." She sighed.As the car stopped to obey the traffic light, I watched the people crossing the road from both sides before the light changed and the car moved forward.I glanced at her and she stared hard at me as if there's something on my face. I took her hand and squeezed reassuringly."I won't tell you to trust me,
VERA'S POVI prepared dinner and we ate in silence. We became strangers after I thought we were getting along well a few hours before the crash.Tim is a great kid, I won't deny the fact that he did a good job raising him so well. After dinner, he helped me out in the kitchen.There are ten bedrooms in the mansion and that got me wondering how one person who doesn't even have a real family or domestic workers buy such a house while there's only his son to share the house with.When he showed me to the bedroom he hired some hands to clean for me. He tried to talk to me again, but I ignored him because I was on the verge of bursting out of anger.The only way to avoid us bickering at each other is to avoid having a conversation with him until my anger subsides. I know myself well not to give him a listening ear.He knocked at the door for hours after I closed it on his face and I went to bed listening to the words he repeated."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say those words to you," I cou
WRITER'S POV"Vera?" Jackson called worriedly as he gathered her into his arms. "I'm sorry, look at me." Vera looked at his face with blurry vision. She smiled, raised her left hand to caress his face."If I don't die in your hands, then I will live long," she whispered before she lost consciousness again and her hand fell limblessly to her stomach."How dare you smile and crack such a joke in this condition?" Jack hugged her tightly and shut his eyes to subdue his tears.He carried her into his office and called Mrs Briggs to help him get a female doctor."No one is allowed to come into my office, get me clothes that would fit Miss Vera. Bye!" He ended the call and tried to dress up before the doctor arrived.Vera lay on the couch in his office and the only thing covering her nakedness was his jacket. He walked about restlessly in his office when he waited for the doctor.When he heard a knock, he pushed the door open without making sure it's the doctor. He was lucky, the female doct
JACKSON'S POVShe's saying the truth, alright! But does she have to shout about it and let everyone know what is supposed to be a secret between us?"I'm sorry that I have caused you so much pain. Sometimes, I wish I had super powers, you know, like I could stop myself from… It hurts me too to watch you cry and I can't even stop. I get it, I need to be caged because I am a wild animal," I was blurting, I know, but everyone else is right and I am always wrong! Her facial expression changed from glare to sadness and she took refined steps towards me."Jackson, no… you are not. I'm sorry, it's just that…" I pushed her hand away when she tried to hold me and walked away. I thought I was hurting until that moment when it felt like she was going to disappear thinking that I don't need her anymore.Even as I yelled at some of the workers who wouldn't mind their business and cautioned some of the younger men who dared admire their boss's girlfriend, I stole glances at her to make sure she w
VERA'S POV"How do you feel now?" Jack whispered softly to my ear, still holding me tightly.We lay down on the bed, my back turned to him, his right hand thrown over my tummy and his long leg tangled with mine.He deliberately nibbled on my ear and a stirring groan escaped my lips. Isn't it amazing? To wake up every morning, in the arms of your beloved and get treated so sweetly in a serene bedroom!I turned around to face him, my mouth twitched in amusement. He can be so romantic when he's cool, and I can give anything to make this morning last forever. Impossible!Look who's talking about forever! Someone who clearly warned this guy not to fall in love with her because she doesn't want to get attached to him in any way, won't it be stupid to break her own rules?Honestly, for that brief moment, I forgot about the pain, what scared me last night and why I should get far away from Jack and buried myself in his protective arms."Can you do that again?" I twitched my ear.He nibbled on
VERA'S POV If desperation was a person, it would be me as I came down from Jack's car, holding out my hands in front of me and careful not to miss a step and trip over. The fact that he had insisted on blindfolding and bringing me to God knows wherever he was taking me–claiming it was a surprise–sounded so cliche, but I couldn't stop my heart from fluttering in anticipation.It has been three months since our surreal kiss in the garden. The feeling that Monica was still alive–a. k. a. Monica had probably deceived us, or the man was trying to raise a false alarm, play with our emotions, and make money off Jack. Whatever it was–hung heavily over us. Malone's unacceptability still lingered; it hurt more to watch him become more of Kenneth than who I hoped he could become. Our fear of my capability to carry a child for nine months and birth without complications also made us restless. I sometimes find myself wallowing in self-doubt and trying to pretend I could do it since I had done i
JACKSON'S POV It was already late afternoon as I waited in my car at the park. I watched the figure walking toward my direction from the side mirror. The way he dressed and walked spoke volumes of someone who does dirty jobs for people for the money, the kind of man hired to go on deadly missions and trusted to do clean jobs without any trace back to his client.I have had my share of such men, but I work closely with only one private security company and have only used the company's cyber security and men. Though I do question their loyalty sometimes, that's what fuels my need to trust such people by risking it all or going through government agencies. And every businessman who has dangerous rivals knows which system always fails.I pressed a button beside the wheel to unlock the car doors for him to ease in. He looked around sharply before he folded himself into the passenger seat and lifted his black cap. He's dressed up in black from his cap to his shoes. With his long dark hair
WRITER'S POV Vera couldn't tell who trembled more, Hannah or herself, as she guided her into the house, and they sat on a leather-made bench in the kitchen. She had never seen her friend's house in disarray, no matter how determined her kids were at breaking, disarranging, and making a mess of things.Somehow, Hannah managed to be a good mother as she was a good wife who loved keeping everything tidy and in order. If the kids made a mess ten times, she cleaned it up twenty times without complaining about the stress but rather scolded them to be careful and not hurt themselves. What had gone wrong?When her sobs subsided, Vera heaved a sigh, and they both at the same time released each other. Their foreheads still pressed together, they looked at their hands and laughed at the realization that they were both shaking immensely. Vera's heart relaxed as their moods became lighter, her friend was still there, right behind her pain.Fifteen minutes later, they both sank into the couch in t
VERA'S POV I decided to drop by Hannah's house before heading to the hospital, but after I tried her phone too many times and she didn't answer, I had to go to the hospital first.She had never sounded so frantic before, and it chilled me to the bone that I couldn't contain the nauseous feeling as a form of reaction to my bewilderment.It was the first time Hannah and Oscar got in a fight. My favorite inspirational lovey-dovey couple fighting? It couldn't have been serious, but then, she wouldn't joke about such a thing!I called Dr Halmes office next and was certain that he was waiting for me before I made up my mind. I told Max to stay back and look after the boys, Timothy and Malone since Jack drove himself out and I didn't need a driver. My children meant more to me than my protection which Jack would have insisted upon, probably turned whiney, to make sure I allowed the driver to take me to wherever I wished to go.
JACKSON’S POVI rose to retrieve my phone from my pocket, partially relieved as I suddenly felt gawky in front of a lad. He is finding it hard to adapt and I wished that he would understand how much he was hurting his mother by acting in that manner. As I swiped my thumb across my phone's screen and saw the text that came in, I turned to look at Vera. There was no point reminding her that I still had to leave the house and not follow our plan for the day, so I told her that we would talk when I came back. Even though I had made up my mind to walk through the door and not stay for breakfast, her sickly face made my legs stay rooted to the floor.“You don't look well.” I reluctantly brushed strands of her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.“I'm going to be fine.” She turned away from me and went to the kitchen counter where canned juices waited.To say that she was going to be fine meant that she wasn't well, so I walked up to her and was about to get her to see the reason
VERA'S POV If I know Jack as much as I think I do the palms of my hands, then I know that he would be distracted and his train of thoughts would be shifted toward finding out if truly there is a Monica out there or not. How could he let himself be easily swayed by a mere random text from a stranger who, I might say, is supposedly looking for ways to fill his pocket after everything we have been through? How did I let myself think that it was over? Just when I thought that we had reached the pinnacle of happiness, a single text message from a strange number that kept calling his phone while we were screaming for release turned our world upside down again! Shattering every hope that I built in my dreams while in his arms! So much for a happy ending! “Yes, this is unbelievable! You're so unbelievable, Jack!” I climbed out of bed and hurriedly threw my robe on. The absurdity of the whole thing gave me a headache. Last night, my heart had flopped in pleasure, and this morning, in pa
WRITER'S POV Vera spent many nights brooding over her son. She didn't know how to make up for all the years wasted, but she wanted him to feel how much she loved him.He had accepted her and hugged her first but it was hard for him to start calling her Mummy.She felt the butterflies in her tummy come alive the first time he called her mummy following Timothy.She shared his room with him, and the first night he said he wanted to share Timothy's room instead was the night she finally went to spend the night with Jack, who seemed to have been suddenly forgotten by her."We'll have to rearrange the room for the boys if he's willing to share with Timothy." Jack offered happily after she told him."Thanks for everything, Jack. You made everything possible." She melted into his protective arms."I promise you that this profound happiness will never depart from your dazzling face again." He vowed, making her look into his eyes so he would see what he felt as he slid a ring into her finger
VERA'S POVJack agreed to stay in the hospital and complete his treatment until the doctor confirmed that he was healthy enough and good to go home.Natalie Bells was under detention in the police cell. Harry reported that she cried always and begged for forgiveness and freedom because she doesn't want to end up behind bars.Kenneth was awaiting trial and he's detained until the first hearing in court which I believe will send him to prison and he won't see the light of day ever again in his miserable life.The cops promised us that everything is under control and I shouldn't be afraid of moving and going about doing anything that I needed to do and my business.Jack wouldn't hear of me going back to stay in his mansion with Timothy. Even when his mother and sister offered to stay with us, he insisted that some policemen be sent to guard the building and also take us wherever we wanted to go.I understood his fears and I also felt safer being guarded even though it didn't seem neces
JACKSON'S POVThe first person I asked the nurse in my room about when I woke up and she helped me swallow some pàin kîllérs was Vera. When she told me that she hasn't checked up on me ever since the incident that happened at the parking lot, I instantly thought that she's very angry with me and won't ever want to see me again.When my mind got to how fast she reacts and acts up against me whenever I'm harsh towards her, especially her rash decisions and quick to get far away from me, I told the nurse that I wanted to see her."Your stubbornness is the next level. I already told you that she went to see Mr. Nathan and I know that she will come to you if she learns that you are awake." She shook her head."Are you taking these things off or should I help you do your job now? I'm not going to try to run this time, I just want to talk to her before she…" I stopped and blew out a breath."Okay, fine! Thank God the cops are right out there because I won't hesitate to have you tied to this